Planáō

Pick my way
along the fall
where bones
break to make a wall

Know your ending before you make a start,
skip and jump-start the end
Know your ending before you make a start,
like an opening act for a closing door

Damaged goods
don't make me a ba-ba-ba-bad lot
White dwarfs
shine dim but keep burning hot – hot hot hot

Know your ending before you make a start,
start, jump, and skip the end
Know your ending before you try to make a call

Damaged goods don't make us bad lots

Erring planets need no light,
no up, no down, never wrong or right
In perpetuum mobile
dead or alive, je suis desolé

Can't hide the rails,
go off my trails:
just down the wells
that have sprung up from hell

Can't hide my trails,
go off the rails:
just down the wells
that will never end well

Why must I
pick up the pieces
and search golden fleeces
or die?